Chapter 31 of 36

there are nights

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there are nights

when the pillow swallows

up my screams

the sheets are soaked heavy

with my tears

and despair cloaks me

in its dark wings

I remind myself

to look out at

the stars

winking

twinkling

pulsing

a sacred Morse

telling me i'm never

alone

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